The Sun Can Hear Thunder

I have known that the sun can hear thunder
and how its brightness
can be unfathomable,
like my dreams.
Since the beginning of my pulse
I have been honored
with good days
that left me grateful
inside of the sweetness
never stifling.........
within all it means.

When midnight kisses the glass
that morning has already
tasted......
Like a thirsty spider
crying out........
for the rain.
All of my senses are
swept through
knowing, my words don't fall
on deaf ears......
or stand there,
all wasted.

No, you cannot know how I'm feeling
but that doesn't mean
our world's stopped spinning.
The sun.......
can still hear thunder
in all the ways you love me.
You lift me up
in the midst of a storm.
All my senses are swept through
my words stand in stillness
a storm's ending......
is love's beginning.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I doubt very seriously if the sun could hear at all that it would hear anything above its own conversion of mass to energy...however I did enjoy the poem. Love can be a storm...but I'd prefer the comfort of old jeans and favorite books and patchwork quilts...warm wood fires...soft candle glow and steaming hot baths myself. It takes awhile for love to get there and I'm not as patient as I was when young. Still it might be worth suffering a storm or two. Your writing is always wonderful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

thank you Fabian you cynic you. LOL

[Fabian G. Franklin]

(laughing)
"Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yeah, I will drink in and always be full" John Popper Blues Traveler from (Runaround) Love ya!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this could be like the beginning of a love affair, but also the beginning of an interlude with the muse...a storm of writing, or the storm of devastation between relationships...and love is the sun that can hear the thunder...nice touch that image is, by the way.

good days, never stifled...always something there to pen.
the second stanza is completely delicious..

"midnight kissing the glass" the "thirsty spider crying out for rain"

excellent...

this one spun its web and entrapped me...in a good way.

jacob